After treating the wound on his son's neck, Baoshan hugged his trembling little body and comforted him softly: "If you want to cry, just cry, mom will accompany you."

The little guy rubbed his swollen eyes and said aggrievedly: "Blow the bad guy, beat the bad guy...Woooooo dad..."

At this time, Lu Yuzhou was carried into the bedroom, and the head of the Imperial Hospital and two Imperial Doctors performed anti-inflammatory sutures on the wound. In order not to disturb the Imperial Doctor's diagnosis and treatment, Baoshan brought the rest out.

Duke Xiang asked someone to take a cigarette pole that had been sealed for thirteen years, squatted at the door and smoked it, looking full of sorrow and guilt.

Baoshan held A Sheng and sat at the stone table in the courtyard, refusing to disturb others, and wanted to comfort the child wholeheartedly, but her eyes were always on the closed window frame.

When the Mu and Shao families arrived, the imperial physician had already bandaged Lu Yuzhou's wound and was telling Baoshan how to use medicine.

Lu Yuzhou lost too much blood and was in a coma. The head of the hospital could not predict when he would wake up. He only said that he had no worries about his life, but once the wound ulcerated, the condition would worsen.

After seeing off the imperial physician, Baoshan calmed down and asked Duke Xiang to help Duke Xiang return to his room to rest. He also asked his uncle Shao Chengxi to keep an eye on Zhao Xuelan's case, and then closed the door to block all the noise in the world.

When he came to the trekking bed, Baoshan held the man's hand and held back her tears and said, "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

Lu Yuzhou once said that he was not afraid of anything, but only afraid that she would propose to be with Li. Baoshan sat on the embroidery pier, kissed his fingertips, and said with red eyes: "You are so kind to me and Asheng, I am not heartless, how could you be with you and Li? Zijun, promised me that you must wake up. Asheng is still waiting for you to grow up with him, and I am still waiting for you to accompany me to grow old."

The man in the bed had no response, his face was bloodless, and his warm palms became extremely cold on weekdays.

"Crack."

A Sheng pushed open the door and ran in. He accidentally fell. He didn't cry out for pain. He got up and ran to the edge of the bed, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said to himself: "Be strong."

Seeing this, Baoshan closed her eyes and forced her to retreat tears. Even her son knew that she should be strong at this time, let alone her.

Touching his father's cheek, A Sheng retracted his hand, for fear of breaking his father. He walked away with his belly, climbed up the soft collapse, and sat in a quiet voice, wanting to stay with his father.

Baoshan waved at him, "Come here."

A Sheng climbed down again, lay on his mother's lap, staring at his closed father, "Mom, can Dad wake up tomorrow?"

Baoshan patted her son's back and said, "Dad said he is tired and wants to sleep a little longer. Let's be patient. Can you wait for him to wake up slowly?"

"Yes!" A Sheng held the sachet on his waist and tightened his fists.

Cold palace.

The sound of chains rubbing the floor frequently, and Zhao Xuelan was pushed into a room in the cold palace by the guards.

"Stay honestly!"

Anyone can see that this former domineering emperor has no chance to stand out.

Zhao Xuelan angrily said, "Let me meet the official family, I want to meet the official family!"

"Save it!" The guards just threw cold water on her face to make her sober. The official family met with a crazy woman. I am afraid that no one will come to care about her except the Crown Prince.

But unexpectedly, a rare guest came to the cell in a short while.

The ninth prince Zhao Che.

He took out the imperial gold medal and Zhao Che ordered the guards to retreat.

The guards were beating on the surface, and after walking out of prison, they immediately ran to the East Palace to report.

In the dark room, Zhao Che walked around Zhao Xuelan and teased: "Auntie is quite suitable for this prison clothes."

Zhao Xuelan was not surprised by Zhao Che's actions of taking advantage of the situation. He had harmed his mother, so who could bear this tone?

"Ache, aunt and nephew have some mottos. It's better for you to tell you now, so as not to lose your chance in the future." Zhao Xuelan leaned fearlessly against the stone wall, looking at the show. "Practicing the Imperial City Department will make you lose humanity, friends and love, and become the butcher knife of the people in power. To put it bluntly, no matter how powerful you are, you will only become a dog in the official family and may be abandoned at any time."

This is her bloody and tears lesson, not a rhetoric to scare the boy.

Zhao Che pulled out his sword, shaved on the ground twice, making a "sharp" sound, "Isn't that abandoned dog just the aunt himself?"

Zhao Xuelan laughed instead of anger, "You will be there in the future."

Zhao Che raised his peach blossom eyes and smiled in a deep voice, "It's a pity that my aunt can't see it."

After saying that, he raised the knife, and the blade flashed with silver lights under the wall-mounted lights, stinging Zhao Xuelan's eyes.

Zhao Che scratched Zhao Xuelan's eyes without hesitation.

A scream echoed in prison. Zhao Che took out a brocade marble to wipe the blade, skipped the woman who was squatting on the ground covering her eyes, and strode out of the cold palace.

The other guards stopped him, all of whom were full of anxiety. The Emperor Mingyue had an accident in the cold palace, so how did they explain to the officials and the prince...

"What?" Zhao Che's eyes were indifferent, stubborn and gloomy, without any guilt.

The ninth prince who is in charge of the Imperial City Department is not the same as before. The guards dare not confront him head-on, and they only hope that the prince would arrive soon, but until Zhao Che's figure disappeared from the Ministry of Justice, they did not wait for the prince to come.

The news spread quickly, and the official family called Zhao Che and scolded him a few words, but Zhao Che was unmoved.

The official found that Zhao Che was not as good as Zhao Xuelan, so he couldn't help but feel annoyed. In desperation, he couldn't help coughing, "Crown Prince, you can handle it yourself, don't let me hear these smoky things anymore."

Suddenly, a mouthful of fishy sweetness came, and the official covered his mouth with a brocade plaid.

The snow-white veil was stained with blood, and the official leaned against the bed post and breathed heavily.

Looking at the pale-faced official family, Zhao Che felt that he was approaching the age of Feng Canzhu. The majestic and violent emperor in the past was plagued by evil diseases and was no longer as heroic.

Is it sad?

Zhao Che did not want to explore the psychology of the official, "Can you ask me to summon the imperial doctor?"

The official left the brocade handkerchief, "No need."

His body became thinner and weaker, accompanied by coughing up blood and insomnia, he knew that his life was not long, but the imperial doctor did not dare to tell the truth at all. Summoning them over is equivalent to causing trouble for himself, "You find an opportunity to take me out of the palace."

"What to do?"

The official covered his chest and said weakly: "See Shao Wan again."

How obsessed with a person is that he keeps holding on to the other party. Zhao Che was not moved by the official’s feelings for Shao Wan, thinking that it was wishful thinking and robbery, but seeing that his deadline was approaching, he felt compassion, "Okay, my son will make arrangements, but my father would assure me that he would not destroy the marriage between Mr. Mu and Mrs. Shao."

I know my own situation, so I have no strength to destroy it. The official looked at the half-open window frame and smiled mockingly, "You don't need to remind me, I just want to look at her from afar."

In the face of illness, all the intrigues became the most unremarkable futility. The official believed that he had done all his life and wanted to take control of the prince when he was old, so he helped the ninth prince up, but in the end he was useless.

Returning to the essence, he figured it out. Instead of ending the end of his life in the palace, it is better to end in the leisurely pastoral countryside. That was the life that Mu Shiqing wanted to give Shao Wan. It was his idea. It was just that he valued power when he was young and was unable to give up everything and love someone desperately. Now it was too late to regret it.

After reaching an agreement with the official, Zhao Che walked out of the bedroom and went to the East Palace. The two brothers took off their attendants and talked to each other. Others didn't know what they were talking about, but when they saw Zhao Che leaving the East Palace, they had a smile on their lips.

The revenge was avenged, and Zhao Che suddenly felt that power was not very energetic for him. Now he was alone and he went anywhere.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, late autumn is coming.

On this day, Tsinger walked into the bedroom with a porcelain cup and said to Baoshan who was guarding the bed: "The master asked someone to make ginseng soup for his son-in-law and the lady, and specifically told me to remind the lady not to just take care of his son-in-law, but also to replenish his body."

Baoshan put down the embroidery shed, glanced at the unconscious man, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "I wonder if he can wake up before early winter."

"The good people will have their own heavenly appearance." Zhen'er poured two bowls of ginseng soup and handed it to Baoshan. "Miss, don't forget to take one bowl myself."

"Well, you go and rest." After taking a bowl of soup, Baoshan picked up the spoon and stirred it a few times, took a sip, leaned over and approached Lu Yuzhou's lips, and passed the ginseng soup into the man's mouth little by little.

After feeding the ginseng soup, Baoshan brought a basin of water, wrung the wet handkerchief, and wiped Lu Yuzhou's body. When it was wiped to his forehead, Baoshan approached his ears and asked softly: "You have been sleeping for forty days, aren't you full yet? In another three days, Brother Ting will go to a private school, and he is still waiting for your uncle to give him a gift. Is it too late, Zijun?"

Tap his eyebrows gently with his fingertips, Baoshan bent his lips, "If it's too late, you will let your confused second brother go there in person. If you make a joke, your father will be furious again."

The man in the bed still didn't respond. Baoshan had already gotten used to it and knew that he could hear it.

Even if you hurt your heart, you should not have a long-term coma. Even the capital of the Imperial Hospital cannot solve such "difficult and complicated diseases".

Because Lu Yuzhou couldn't wake up, Baoshan couldn't sleep or eat, and kept telling himself that he was just too tired and needed a good rest. He would wake up after he had enough rest.

After wiping him completely, Baoshan took the teeth and wooden teeth and cleaned his teeth gently and meticulously. "A Sheng has been practicing martial arts with his father recently and has made rapid progress. Dad said that A Sheng is the material for martial arts. If he has experienced it, he will become a general in the future."

Speaking of this, the woman smiled faintly, "If the little fat man practices martial arts, he may lose weight. It depends on whether he is willing to endure hardship."

Afterwards, she brought a wooden barrel to wash the man's hair.

These days, she has been repeating the same thing like this, cleaning up Lu Yuzhou without any sloppy appearance, and talking to him all day long, talking about family matters.

Baoshan found that she had more than imagined patience to Lu Yuzhou and was happy with it.

Others see it and engrave the respect for her in their hearts.

During dinner yesterday, the third young master came with his wife and knelt on the ground in front of the servant, begging Baoshan to forgive him for his former frivolity.

Baoshan did not forgive him or ridicule him, but told him to cherish the people in front of him and take care of himself.

Some things can not be reconciled with just one apology, but Baoshan will no longer endure the grievances. She pleases when she should please, and when she should turn against each other.

In her opinion, it is different from revenge that will avenge. Many times, she chooses the latter.

I remember Zhen'er's advice. Baoshan picked up the ginseng soup and sipped it. It felt strange. When she was lying beside Lu Yuzhou, she suddenly felt her stomach discomfort and retching a few times.

She poured herself a cup of warm water and released it after taking it. She didn't take it too much, just thought it was caused by anxiety, but the subsequent dry retching the next day made her realize something...

I have been taking care of Lu Yuzhou these days and have not paid attention to his body. When I think about it, I realized that there was no menstrual period last month. A hint of joy passed by my heart, but because the days were too short, I could not determine whether it was a happy meridian. I could only temporarily suppress the joy and count the days silently.

In the evening, Baoshan took her son back to the bedroom. A Sheng first visited her sleeping father, then walked out, picked up a bowl of milk and drank it.

After untiing the neck of his son's neck, Baoshan carried the medicine box and changed the medicine. "Tell me, is the wound still itchy?"

A Sheng shook his head.

Baoshan raised the corners of her mouth, "I can't even scratch my itch."

"Um."

After eating a bowl of milk dew, the little guy jumped off the embroidery dormitory and came to the bed with a cloth tiger, "Why aren't dad awake yet?"
To be continued...